blessed_twice | Room 306, Tuesday late morning into the afternoon

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Room 306, Tuesday late morning into the afternoon

After making a few phone calls, Wyatt tried to figure a way to get Prue out of the spider's cocoon. He tried orbing and a few spells he quickly came up with, and even summoned Excalibur to try to slice the webbing off. Nothing worked. And his brother was still unconscious in the bathroom. Not a good day.

[ooc: for the people who actually live in this room and them that was called or called by those who were called.]

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Wyatt was opening the door cautiously and didn't see the spider. He peered inside and immediately realized Chris wasn't there. "Oh, frak," he said, then saw where Isabel was pointing. "Quick, someone get a cup or a bowl or something!" he exclaimed. He wasn't sure if it was Chris or the spider demon and didn't want to take a chance squishing the spider.

Savannah looked up from where she was still trying to find a way to find Prue. "Wyatt? What's wrong?"

Chris skittered all the way over to the wall right below the cocooned Prue.

Summer saw the spider and reached for Pancakes's cage. "I can try to trap it."

Too bad that the spider transformed into Chris just then.

He made a grab for Prue's cocoon.

"No!" Wyatt said. He tried to orb his aunt over to him. "Prue!" he yelled.

Savannah tried to get between Chris and the cocoon to give Wyatt time to get her. "Chris... no!"

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Isabel raised her hand, she'd TK him if she had to, but she didn't want to hurt him.

"Chris," Summer said warily. "You don't want to do this."

Of course, she had no way of stopping him.

Eve tried to dive between Chris and the cocoon as well, because there was no way Savannah was doing that alone.

Chris started shooting webbing at them, one by one, until each of them was pinned to the wall by their hands and feet.

He laughed at their predicament and grabbed the cocoon containing his aunt and orbed out of the room.

"He can still orb," Wyatt said, stating the obvious. "Frak."

Savannah said something very unladylike. She muttered something in Latin and then dropped to the ground when the webs started smoking.

She shook her hands and looked at everyone before first going to Summer to help her down.

"Have I mentioned spiders suck?"

"Not disagreeing there," Summer said, glad to be down. "Thanks."

Isabel had managed to get one hand free and was using her own powers to free the other. "Ick, ick, and more ick."

This was one of those times Bridge wished he was better at the whole telekinesis thing. "I really wish I knew what it was I did that apparently pissed spider demons of all different sorts off," he grumbles.

"Someone wanna give me a hand here?" Eve asked, struggling against the webbing. "Can't quite get free."

Savannah went to her mother and started yanking at webbing. "Great... bondage fetishism," she said under her breath.

Eve managed a laugh as Savannah got her down. "Okay, do we get to kick his ass? Or at least kick something's ass? Please say yes, people."

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